The gauntlet is about to drop

That's right, it's nearly D-Day. Seven hours and 13 minutes to go. Am I ready? Who knows. I've planned and plotted and thought and hoped, but is it enough? Who knows. I know I don't. I'm anxious to see how it all turns out. About 1,700 words a day doesn't sound too bad, but I guess that's because I didn't try a practice run to see how long that actually takes.
How is everyone else doing? Have you hit midnight? If not, are you staying up until midnight? I probably won't. I'll be dead at work tomorrow if I do.